Fated To The Lycan Beast Novels & Stories

Balthier said gravely, "Promise me you'll stay calm after I tell you everything." "If you're kidding ... You really deserve an Oscar for your acting!" I chirped, but my eyes were a little tense waiting for the words to come out of Balthier's mouth. "You know? A Lycan can live for thousands of years, beasts and demons with powers beyond human reason. A Lycan has an Erasthai, or a life partner who will be with him throughout his life. A companion who will become the same devil. I ... am a Lycan, Balthier De Ville ... Blaze, your lover is my brother and also a Lycan ... And you Laila is the Erasthai of Blaze which means you will become a devil just like us. "

I asked, walking closer to where Elijah stood, clenching my fists. "I am sorry I couldn't find her,he said. "We are looking into the possible places she could go, but so far, we have come up with nothing." Of course, this was what the problem was. Where could she possibly go to? She only had Nightfang to go to and I was clearly sure that she would never go back there, even if her life depended on it. I couldn't remember the last time I had been this worried in my entire life as a Lycan lord. I couldn't think straight, and this was going to affect me in the long run if I didn't take care of it.

My body is betraying me, responding to his presence with a hunger that makes me want to vomit. Because he's the one. The one the Moon Goddess chose for me. The man who ordered my parents' deaths. The monster who burned my world. And he feels nothing. I can see it in his face. He knows. He absolutely knows. Lycans sense the mate bond instantly, stronger than werewolves ever do. He felt it the second he walked in. And he doesn't care. My body convulses. Bones crack and reform as the bond tries to force a partial shift. Crystal screams, grabbing my shoulders, trying to hold me down.

“Aiden, you are making it sound worse than it is.” I still didn’t understand what I had walked in too. He had looked so happy when he ran by us with the rabbit. Quickly looking around, I couldn’t see it anywhere. It takes me a second to realise that the blood on his face was the blood of the rabbit. “Aiden, all Lycan’s go through this.” “All Lycan’s go through what?” I ask, “A feral stage. It normally happens just before they are about to shift. Sort of like how jealousy is what turns you, your first time.”

“I didn’t mean to stir anything up. I just didn’t realize Marissa was still... bitter.” Still bitter? She was baiting me. But I’d bled enough. I sipped my drink. “It takes real talent to steal a man and still look like the consolation prize. At least I dodged the STD you probably share.” Her eyes narrowed, but before she could snap back, the room fell silent. The Lycans had arrived. Heads lowered. Even I, despite everything, bowed my head. Lycans were stronger than werewolves in every way.

Lykos, humbled by her benevolence, accepted her offer without hesitation. Luna raised her delicate hand, casting a radiant light that enveloped Lykos' form. The air crackled with energy as his body underwent a profound transformation. His muscles rippled with newfound strength, and a wildness flickered in his eyes. In that moment, Lykos became the first of a new breed of beings—a Lycan.

Tiptoeing he climbed down from his bed and walked towards the sliding window to close it tightly. The moment he stood in front of the open space, a wave of fresh rain splashed on his face. Lycan woke up growling like a mad one. He went out of control and Leonard couldn't control him. He was fighting to come out but he wasn't ready for that. Iris was utterly injured and in such case of Lycan came out, things might take an ugly turn. His family was once cursed by a witch to be mateless. Since then they were depending on the breeder until one breeder became a mate during the time of his ancestors.

She drew me in without even trying, and that realization unsettled me to the core. The Beast, though, had no such hesitations. It tormented me relentlessly, whispering dark urges and filling my head with scandalous visions of her. It shattered any peace I might have hoped to find. The Beast was wild, primal, and insatiable—a true Lycan’s essence, untethered by human restraint. It demanded a mate. And it had chosen Oliver.

“He may be your fated mate but he Is not your destined mate, over my body will I allow him get fated to you.” “He is your fated mate but not your destined mate, lycans are dangerous and wicked. “They don’t deserve to have anything with the werewolves and I won’t let you create any friendship because he is your mate. “Mom please, just bless the union because he is my mate.” I pleaded with her with tears already on my eyes. “I am never blessing the union, the only union I am blessing is the union between you and your arranged Alpha.” “Tell your so called Lycan mate to stay away from you and be ready for your Luna ceremony.

And worse… marked, tethered and unable to escape again. It is said that Lycans have only one chosen mate in all their lifetimes. Even if that mate dies, they do not get second chances the way wolves do. Instead, their mates are reborn through countless ashes of time, fated to find them again and again. One soul. One bond. One destiny. So how could a Lycan half-mark me? How could he bind himself to someone like me? Why — after everything — did I still have to live lifetimes being chased by the worst, most obsessive kind of fate?